EXTRACT FOR
The Dungeon
(Anna Mann)

"This is a device that had been around since medieval times," Malcolm stood over her and displayed what looked very much like a metal pear. "It really is quite interesting," he continued as he brought the object closer to Penny's face. "Clearly it's called a pear because of its shape. In actuality its full and proper title is The Pear of Anguish." he tossed it across to Roger and laughed. "Shall we show her how it works?"

Penny turned her head in time to see the bar manager catch and nod with a wicked grin painted across his face. Swiftly he stepped between her widely spread legs, Penny followed him with her eyes and instantly understood that he was about to shove the metal device inside her.

"You see Penny," he said as the cold steel pressed against her dripping snatch, "This slips in so easily, but we don't want it all the way in you... because it is adjustable, inside is a screw thread, and if I turn this little wheel it will split into four hinged sections. In effect this is going to open inside you like the petals of a flower. But we don't want it too deep, oh no, we want it to open this cunt wide." A quick turn of the protruding wheel and Penny sensed the change inside her vaginal passage, she understood what he was telling her, because already she felt the pressure beginning to force her open wider.

Another full turn of the wheel and she winced, the sensation had quickly shifted toward discomfort, the four sections pressed hard against the walls inside her pussy, but not deep where her cavity widened naturally, these were fighting against the strong muscles that closed her pussy tight, the muscles she had stretched and surrendered as each member slid the enormous dildo inside her tight cunt.

Another turn of the wheel and Penny groaned, it was becoming painful, and not a nice horny painful, this was injury painful, and not sexy at all.

"Did you notice the change?" Albert leaned on the handle and smiled, "She really felt that last one, this is starting to really hurt the dumb bitch."

"Then we really are going to have fun with her," Roger chuckled, "Because this is just the start, but let me see if I can get her to squeal?"

Two full and sharp turns of the wheel left Penny's head spinning as she felt muscles tense and tear. It was agony that shot from cunt to brain, pleasurable pain had slipped from her mind, only the searing pain remained. A trickle escaped her spread pussy, Penny closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lip, maybe she could feel blood, her snatch was on fire so it could so easily be torn.

Malcolm looked down between her legs and shuddered. "I think that's cum, her fuck hole must still be full of it, the dirty whore got fucked before she came to work this evening."

"We should flush her out." Albert almost giggled, clearly this was a routine that they had perfected. 

A grin flashed on Malcolm's face as he nodded, "Fire and ice, if you would please prepare."

In a friendly fashion Malcolm placed a hand on Penny's stomach and stroked softly through the sweat.

"Obviously you are far too uneducated to have read any de Sade," he said softly. "I'm talking about the famous libertine and author The Marquis de Sade, sadism is named after him. For a very long time his writings were banned, some called them depraved, others even considered them to be criminal... but some of us find them," he chuckled quietly as his hand traced up to her saggy breast. "Inspirational!" he declared. "Yes, some of us find his imagination to be fascinating and definitely inspirational."

Malcolm pinched a swollen nipple then glanced across to where Albert was busy with a large aluminium pan and plastic tubes, then he returned his attention to the helpless girl restrained and at his mercy.

"To my mind his best book is Justine," Malcolm glanced back to Albert and nodded. "We still have a few minutes so I shall tell you a bit about the storyline. You see Justine has to be the unluckiest, and most dim-witted girl that ever lived, because she always walked into trouble with eyes wide open. That poor girl was used and abused in the most wonderful ways by a variety of people... but it isn't until she is trapped in a monastery by four horny and very depraved monks that her torment gets to its most interesting. There she is held with other girls and women, some much younger than you, some much older. Those girls, and Justine are subjected to what can only be described as sexual torture and experimentation... it is a book that I have to read with one hand." Malcolm laughed, Roger grinned and gave the wheel a quarter turn causing Penny to howl as the pain that had subsided returned savagely. "Now there is a section, quite close to the end where one of the cruellest monks decides to try a new form of torture." Malcolm paused and glanced at Albert who was approaching with a small wooden table, the pan set on top. "It appears everything is ready, so rather than explain I think I should demonstrate what he did to her."

The table was placed between her feet and as her mind filled with panic Penny raised her head and stared down the length of her body as Malcolm lifted a lid from the pan. Steam rose in a thick cloud, clearly the liquid inside was close to boiling.

Stunned Penny watched the manager pick up a large clear plastic syringe and dipping it into the water he pulled the plunger filling the chamber.

"Shit, that's hot." he gasped as the plastic heated quickly and scorched his fingers. Dropping the syringe he sucked them theatrically, then grinned as he gingerly picked it up again.